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“Heshe”

It isn’t fair anymore You get the fun of wanting to be alive You get the pleasure of living You’re not trapped Why do you get that right? Why wasn’t I allowed that too? Did I do something wrong? I was just a baby I want to do something to make it up Something to show I deserve it just like you It just isn’t fair anymore You get that joy of not being stuck I can’t see It’s too dark Explain to me how that’s fair Why does everyone get that but me The food passes by But what’s the point Why do I need to prove myself? Show how much I need this I don’t want anything It’s a right Not a privilege Can I stay with you? There’s enough room for me too I’m tired When I sleep it’s okay But I can’t sleep all the time
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Written by
archedbowhandle
15 / M / USA
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Written by
archedbowhandle
15 / M / USA
Published
Jan 30, 2025
Lines·Words
28·150
Tags
#selfharm#sexualassault#sh#sa#ftm#mtf#eatingdisorder#trans#depression#stuck
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